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His posting was intriguing: Handsome black man looking for a white boy to serve me.

His words immediately tapped into my more submissive side but also into a deeper longing to serve a black man/ a man of color, so I contacted him and we chatted for a bit before Mark said the words I wanted to hear, "I'd like you to come and be my boy". I didn't really know what I was signing-up for, but I felt compelled to go.

When I arrived, there was a note on the door instructing me to walk inside, strip down, put a collar around my neck, slip on a tight-fitting jock strap and then get down on all fours -- don't move, just wait for him. I did as instructed; I was feeling both a bit humiliated and also excited; still very much unsure of what he had in store for his boy.

I heard him come up behind me, his foot slipped between my legs and pushed them wide apart, his hand first caressed and then gently spanked my ass cheeks; his finger brushed up and down the length of my crack and lightly touched my quivering hole. He reached under and squeezed my cock and balls, noticing I was smooth as he had asked me to be. "Good boy."

With that he stepped around in front of me and I got my first look at him. He was about 5'9", 160 pounds, solidly built, moderately hairy and nicely hung, his skin was dark and beautiful. I knew right then, I would do whatever he needed; I wanted more than anything to be a good boy for him.

He snapped a leash on the collar I was wearing and told me he was going to teach me two basic commands. "Sit." I was to sit up on my heals, my back straight, my arms at my sides. "Heal." I was was quickly station myself right by his right leg, on all fours, the cheek of my face just touching his leg. After practicing 'sit' and 'heal', he led me by the leash to his bathroom and into a walk in shower.

He gave me the command to 'heal' and then stepped away, slipped off his shorts and walked back to me. He then began to piss on my ass, his stream splashing on my cheeks and dripping down onto my balls. I held still as he continued to stream his warm piss on me. He told me he was marking his territory.

"Sit." I assumed the position and he came around front, his big, beautiful black cock now dangling right in front of my face. He commanded me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue and then he placed the tip of his heavy cock on my tongue and into my mouth. I felt another stream of his piss in my mouth, which quickly filled and began dripping down. "Your mouth is also mine."

He stuck is beautiful prick in my mouth and told me to clean it. I eagerly licked and sucked that which I had longed for, a BBC. I actually found myself enjoying the taste of his piss and the gush of pre-cum that leaked out.

Mark, lifted me to my feet and kissed me, "you're going to be my boy". His words were both firm and loving. He held me tight and I feasted on his lips and tongue; his now totally hard cock was pressed against mine, which was begging to be released from the jock strap that was holding it from rising to its full length.

He dried the piss that was still damp on my ass and legs and chest and then commanded me to 'sit'. "Good boy." He took me by the leash, 'come' and we walked to his living room. As he stood by the couch, he commanded me to 'heal' and then sat down and had me put my head on his lap.

He stroked my hair and caressed my back, all the while speaking to me..."You're going to be a good boy, aren't you? You want my big, black cock, don't you?" I softly whispered yes, but he already knew the answer to his own question.

I sat for several minutes with my head on his lap, my mouth inches away from his gorgeous cock, waiting and hoping he would allow me to suck him again.

Finally the command came, "suck it". He pulled me over in front of him, opened his legs wide and pulled me right into his crotch. I sniffed and licked all around and he seemed enjoy my attempt please him that way. He shifted on the chair reveal his ass and guided my mouth toward it. I licked and sniffed a bit but struggled to keep my tongue along his crack. Mark, lifted my head and put a bottle of poppers near my nose and had me take two long sniffs. He then guided my mouth back to his ass and the effect of the poppers allowed sniff his ass and lick it with a passion that obviously pleased him. "Good boy, come get a treat."

By that he meant I could enjoy his cock. I kissed and licked it passionately and then began slide it into my warm, wet mouth. His massive prick filled my mouth and I tried to take him deep. He appreciated the effort and told me I was going have learn deep throat him.

For the next few minutes he leaned back and just let pleasure him, he moaned and kept telling what a good cock sucker I was and how much he was enjoying his new, white boy. My own cock was dripping pre-cum but I knew I was only here to take care of him.

I felt his balls tighten and expected feel his cum erupt in my mouth but instead he pulled out and stroked his big cock and began to stroke it until he shot a huge load of thick, creamy gizz all over my face. "You look so sexy covered in my spunk!" Taking his now softening cock he wiped his cum into my mouth and let me savor its sweet taste.

He pulled me up on the couch and let me snuggle against him with my head resting in his lap. He caressed my body so tenderly, I drifted off to sleep beside him. Mark, was a sweet man who simply enjoyed having his boy serve him.